Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapter 47

Chapter 47.
The first day passed peacefully. On the second day, instead of sleeping in and heading to the groom's house for lunch, we had to get up early to prepare for the morning's "bride-snatching" game because of my wife's unexpected new role. This game is common throughout the country; the groom has to overcome numerous obstacles to win over his beloved bride, ultimately using his wit, money, and even force to break free from her bonds.

The groom and his groomsmen arrived at the bride's house on time. The groom was a kind-hearted young man in his mid-twenties, and the groomsmen seemed normal enough, which eased my mind a little.

The game had barely begun when my silly wife forgot my advice to stay out of it and threw herself wholeheartedly into the door-blocking game, having a blast. Finally, after receiving a thick stack of red envelopes, the door was forced open.

The next game was what I was worried about. The custom of teasing the bridesmaid at rural weddings has a long history, starting with various games during the bride's arrival. The following events are not what I witnessed firsthand, but rather a compilation of my wife's account.

Since bridesmaids and groomsmen are theoretically unmarried men and women, the games might involve some subtle flirting and matchmaking. The bridesmaids and groomsmen hadn't met before, so the groom and groomsmen had no idea that the bride was a temporary substitute. Moreover, the bride didn't trust the makeup artist's skills and spent two hours doing her own makeup that morning. This self-dressing, combined with the matching bridesmaid dresses, made her look less like a woman nearing thirty and more like a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old girl. Compared to the bride's two other youthful cousins, she was undoubtedly the most dazzling. Therefore, without exception, the groomsmen engaged in flirtatious behavior with her during the games.

One of the games involved passing a note. One person would start by holding a note in their mouth, and the next person would take it from the previous person's mouth. For fun, the previous person wouldn't easily open their mouth to give the whole note, so the received note was always incomplete, and it would only get shorter with each passing round. My wife was placed at the end of the six-person line in the first round. Unsurprisingly, the note the previous groomsman passed her had only about a centimeter sticking out. She tried to hold it in her mouth several times but couldn't, instead repeatedly touching the groomsman's lips. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, she impulsively bit the groomsman's lip, snatching the entire note away, leaving everyone in the room speechless.

In subsequent games, the groomsmen knew this bridesmaid was playful and often teased her, such as having her kiss while sucking on a piece of paper, or intentionally dropping the paper just before their lips touched, creating a real kiss.

All three groomsmen had taken advantage of her in various ways, and this silly girl seemed to enjoy it all.

If these were still considered harmless, the real crisis finally arrived in the evening. The wedding night pranks are a nightmare for countless brides and bridesmaids, and participants aren't limited to the best man. Rural custom dictates that any single man attending the wedding can participate. Some people come to the wedding specifically to experience the pranks. Rural entertainment is relatively scarce, and single men, in particular, have nowhere to release their pressure, making the wedding night pranks one of their few outlets.

It's said that it started relatively peacefully; the bride and groom played some simple games like eating apples and bananas amidst the cheers of the onlookers. However, the bridesmaids—one mature and alluring, two youthful and adorable—greatly stimulated the testosterone of the well-fed and idle men, and the situation spiraled out of control.

It started with a few thugs groping the bridesmaids. The wife, with her somewhat naive and innocent side, could tolerate a little flirtation in her excitement, but when those shameless hands actually landed on her, she snapped. She screamed and struggled desperately. The bride panicked; she knew it would be difficult to explain if her friend got into trouble. So, she abandoned her refined demeanor and sternly demanded that her husband stop these so-called friends.

"Fan Chuanxin! Give them a word, tell them to stop!"

The groom, bewildered, tried to pull some of the men away, but was quickly pushed aside. The wife's resistance had some effect; some of the men on top of her began to turn towards the other two bridesmaids, and the pressure on her began to ease. She desperately held onto her bridesmaid dress, which was about to be ripped off, and even bit off a dirty hand reaching for her chest.

But the other two young women were so lucky. Being bridesmaids for the first time, they were completely unprepared. They knew there would be wedding night pranks, but they didn't know they would be the ones being pranked.

The bride went berserk, getting out of bed barefoot to join the fray, yelling, "You beasts! My sister's still in school!"

But someone said, "Haha, students are great! I love students, they're so young!" The crowd roared with laughter and continued tearing at her clothes.

The bride was truly frantic, jumping up and down in tears, her repeated, futile attempts to stop him ignoring everyone.

The wife watched as countless hands groped the two terrified little girls, some even reaching under their skirts to pull down their underwear. One bridesmaid's top had already been ripped off; she clutched tightly at her unbuttoned bra, only the cups still clinging to her body.

The wife's stubborn side erupted. She kicked away several thugs still harassing her, roaring, "Let go of those two children! Come at me!"

Like a thunderclap, like a rallying cry, after a brief moment of shock, the pack pounced on her.

Meanwhile, I, eating and drinking in the outer room, hadn't noticed the commotion in the bridal chamber. My biggest mistake was not posing as a guest to join the wedding night pranks; I trusted their promises too much.

At first, a child from the groom's family ran up in a panic, saying the bride was crying. Everyone asked him what happened, and the little brat took a long time to explain that someone was tearing off the bridesmaids' clothes. I was furious. I grabbed a stool and rushed out.

"Little Fatty, wait! I'll go with you!" Da Gang threw down his cigarette butt and ran out too.

He knew the area better than I did, and I followed him. After a few turns, I could hear men's laughter and women's screams. My heart was bleeding. I regretted being so soft-hearted and agreeing to let my wife be a bridesmaid. My teeth were grinding in my mouth, and my hand gripping the stool ached from the force, but I didn't care about anything else at that moment.

Da Gang knew the way well and soon disappeared from sight, but I knew the direction. Closer, closer... finally, I saw the room.

I yelled and rushed over, only to see Da Gang carrying a disheveled woman out. I couldn't immediately tell if it was my wife.

The thugs inside were clearly intimidated; some started running out. The bride, barefoot, chased after them, pointing at one and shouting, "He's the one who's been harassing me!"

I had no time to react. Following the direction the bride was pointing, I raised the stool I was holding and smashed it down. The man cried out and fell to the ground. My eyes were bloodshot, and I rushed forward, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks.

"And him! Don't let him get away!" came the bride's scream again.

I turned and saw a small, thin figure in the direction she was pointing. I temporarily released the first guy I'd beaten up, took two steps forward, and leaped to the ground, tackling him. I couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but I aimed for his head and landed several punches, one of which slammed into the ground with excruciating pain.

At this point, more and more young men from the bride's family rushed in to join the fray, followed by the groom's young men. Among them were relatives and friends of the thugs. The two sides argued loudly, and at the slightest disagreement, they started fighting again.

The rush of blood to my head subsided slightly, and I looked around for my wife. I found her in a corner, embracing her, covered by a sheet. I rushed over.

"Brother, I'm so sorry, brother, I'm so sorry," the bride sobbed uncontrollably.

I ignored her and took her body in my arms. I noticed she was trembling. I gently lifted the sheet to check for injuries. Thankfully, there were none, but what I saw was still horrifying.

My wife was curled up, trembling uncontrollably. Her bridesmaid dress was torn in several places; the zipper at the back was completely ripped off, and the bra strap at the back was snapped. Her hands clutched the last remaining covering on her chest. The hem of the dress was pulled up to her waist, and her underwear was gone.

I felt my blood rush to my head again, and my vision blurred. I stopped paying attention to the conflict between the two groups behind me; I was afraid that if I looked any longer, I would lose control of my murderous impulse. I picked up my wife and carried her outside, through the corridor to the front room where the banquet was being held. People who didn't know what was going on tried to come up and ask what was happening, but I didn't care whose relatives they were; I shouted "Get out!" fiercely, which immediately scared them away.

My wife didn't say anything, just quietly buried her head in my chest. I was worried about her mental state; I needed a private space just for the two of us to comfort her. So I carried her to our car and put her in the back seat. I sat beside her, stroking her hair and softly calling her name.

"Wife, wife, say something, don't scare me."

"Xin Yue, Xin Yue, look at me, please don't scare me."

My wife slowly opened her eyes, turning her head to look at me as if she were drunk. My heart jumped into my throat.

I patted her face, "Talk to me."

She just looked at me, and after a long time, she suddenly burst out laughing.

My heart immediately calmed down. I know my wife; she wasn't crazy, she was alright.

"Honey, you were so brave just now, I saw everything," my wife said softly.

"Don't talk about that now, are you hurt?"

She shook her head, "I'm not hurt, but I was taken advantage of, they touched me all over, if you hadn't come, I think they would have fucked me."

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